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  ItoldhimthatIhadbutdonemyduty,andurgedhimtoproceedtothematterwhichweigheduponhismind。Hethenspokenearlyasfollows:

  ’IcameindrunkonFridaynightlast,andgottomybedhere;Idon’trememberhow。SometimeinthenightitseemedtomeIwakened,andfeelingunasyinmyself,Igotupoutofthebed。Iwantedthefreshair;butIwouldnotmakeanoisetoopenthewindow,forfearI’dwakenthecrathurs。Itwasverydarkandthroublesometofindthedoor;butatlastIdidgetit,andIgropedmywayout,andwentdownasasyasIcould。I

  feltquitesober,andIcountedthestepsoneafteranother,asIwasgoingdown,thatImightnotstumbleatthebottom。

  ’WhenIcametothefirstlanding-place——Godbeaboutusalways!——thefloorofitsunkunderme,andIwentdown——down——

  down,tillthesensesalmostleftme。IdonotknowhowlongIwasfalling,butitseemedtomeagreatwhile。WhenI

  camerightlytomyselfatlast,Iwassittingnearthetopofagreattable;

  andIcouldnotseetheendofit,ifithadany,itwassofaroff。Andtherewasmenbeyondreckoning,sittingdownallalongbyit,ateachside,asfarasI

  couldseeatall。Ididnotknowatfirstwasitintheopenair;buttherewasaclosesmotheringfeelinitthatwasnotnatural。Andtherewasakindoflightthatmyeyesightneversawbefore,redandunsteady;andIdidnotseeforalongtimewhereitwascomingfrom,untilIlookedstraightup,andthenIseenthatitcamefromgreatballsofblood-colouredfirethatwererollinghighoverheadwithasortofrushing,tremblingsound,andIperceivedthattheyshoneontheribsofagreatroofofrockthatwasarchedoverheadinsteadofthesky。WhenIseenthis,scarceknowingwhatIdid,Igotup,andIsaid,“Ihavenorighttobehere;Imustgo。“

  Andthemanthatwassittingatmylefthandonlysmiled,andsaid,“Sitdownagain;youcanNEVERleavethisplace。“Andhisvoicewasweakerthananychild’svoiceIeverheerd;andwhenhewasdonespeakinghesmiledagain。

  ’ThenIspokeoutveryloudandbold,andIsaid,“InthenameofGod,letmeoutofthisbadplace。“AndtherewasagreatmanthatIdidnotseebefore,sittingattheendofthetablethatIwasnear;andhewastallerthantwelvemen,andhisfacewasveryproudandterribletolookat。

  Andhestoodupandstretchedouthishandbeforehim;andwhenhestoodup,allthatwasthere,greatandsmall,boweddownwithasighingsound,andadreadcameonmyheart,andhelookedatme,andI

  couldnotspeak。IfeltIwashisown,todowhathelikedwith,forIknewatoncewhohewas;andhesaid,“Ifyoupromisetoreturn,youmaydepartforaseason;“andthevoicehespokewithwasterribleandmournful,andtheechoesofitwentrollingandswellingdowntheendlesscave,andmixingwiththetremblingofthefireoverhead;sothatwhenhesatdowntherewasasoundafterhim,allthroughtheplace,liketheroaringofafurnace,andIsaid,withallthestrengthIhad,“I

  promisetocomeback——inGod’snameletmego!“

  ’AndwiththatIlostthesightandthehearingofallthatwasthere,andwhenmysensescametomeagain,I

  wassittinginthebedwiththebloodalloverme,andyouandtherestprayingaroundtheroom。’

  Herehepausedandwipedawaythechilldropsofhorrorwhichhunguponhisforehead。

  Iremainedsilentforsomemoments。

  Thevisionwhichhehadjustdescribedstruckmyimaginationnotalittle,forthiswaslongbeforeVathekandthe’HallofEblis’haddelightedtheworld;

  andthedescriptionwhichhegavehad,asIreceivedit,alltheattractionsofnoveltybesidetheimpressivenesswhichalwaysbelongstothenarrationofanEYE-WITNESS,whetherinthebodyorinthespirit,ofthesceneswhichhedescribes。Therewassomething,too,inthesternhorrorwithwhichthemanrelatedthesethings,andintheincongruityofhisdescription,withthevulgarlyreceivednotionsofthegreatplaceofpunishment,andofitspresidingspirit,whichstruckmymindwithawe,almostwithfear。Atlengthhesaid,withanexpressionofhorrible,imploringearnestness,whichIshallneverforget——

  ’Well,sir,isthereanyhope;isthereanychanceatall?or,ismysoulpledgedandpromisedawayforever?isitgoneoutofmypower?mustIgobacktotheplace?’

  Inansweringhim,Ihadnoeasytasktoperform;forhoweverclearmightbemyinternalconvictionofthegroundlessnessofhistears,andhoweverstrongmyscepticismrespectingtherealityofwhathehaddescribed,Ineverthelessfeltthathisimpressiontothecontrary,andhishumilityandterrorresultingfromit,mightbemadeavailableasnomeanenginesintheworkofhisconversionfromprodigacy,andofhisrestorationtodecenthabits,andtoreligiousfeeling。

  Ithereforetoldhimthathewastoregardhisdreamratherinthelightofawarningthaninthatofaprophecy;thatoursalvationdependednotuponthewordordeedofamoment,butuponthehabitsofalife;that,infine,ifheatoncediscardedhisidlecompanionsandevilhabits,andfirmlyadheredtoasober,industrious,andreligiouscourseoflife,thepowersofdarknessmightclaimhissoulinvain,forthattherewerehigherandfirmerpledgesthanhumantonguecouldutter,whichpromisedsalvationtohimwhoshouldrepentandleadanewlife。

  Ilefthimmuchcomforted,andwithapromisetoreturnuponthenextday。I

  didso,andfoundhimmuchmorecheerfulandwithoutanyremainsofthedoggedsullennesswhichIsupposehadarisenfromhisdespair。Hispromisesofamendmentweregiveninthattoneofdeliberateearnestness,whichbelongstodeepandsolemndetermination;anditwaswithnosmalldelightthatIobserved,afterrepeatedvisits,thathisgoodresolutions,sofarfromfailing,didbutgatherstrengthbytime;andwhenIsawthatmanshakeofftheidleanddebauchedcompanions,whosesocietyhadforyearsformedalikehisamusementandhisruin,andrevivehislongdiscardedhabitsofindustryandsobriety,Isaidwithinmyself,thereissomethingmoreinallthisthantheoperationofanidledream。

  Oneday,sometimeafterhisperfectrestorationtohealth,Iwassurprisedonascendingthestairs,forthepurposeofvisitingthisman,tofindhimbusilyemployedinnailingdownsomeplanksuponthelanding-place,throughwhich,atthecommencementofhismysteriousvision,itseemedtohimthathehadsunk。I

  perceivedatoncethathewasstrengtheningthefloorwithaviewtosecuringhimselfagainstsuchacatastrophe,andcouldscarcelyforbearasmileasIbid’Godblesshiswork。’

  Heperceivedmythoughts,Isuppose,forheimmediatelysaid:

  ’Icanneverpassoverthatfloorwithouttrembling。I’dleavethishouseifI

  could,butIcan’tfindanotherlodginginthetownsocheap,andI’llnottakeabettertillI’vepaidoffallmydebts,pleaseGod;butIcouldnotbeasyinmymindtillImadeitassafeasIcould。You’llhardlybelieveme,yourhonour,thatwhileI’mworking,maybeamileaway,myheartisinaflutterthewholewayback,withthebarethoughtsofthetwolittlestepsI

  havetowalkuponthisbitofafloor。Soit’snowonder,sir,I’dthrytomakeitsoundandfirmwithanyidletimberI

  have。’

  Iapplaudedhisresolutiontopayoffhisdebts,andthesteadinesswithwhichheperusedhisplansofconscientiouseconomy,andpassedon。

  Manymonthselapsed,andstillthereappearednoalterationinhisresolutionsofamendment。Hewasagoodworkman,andwithhisbetterhabitsherecoveredhisformerextensiveandprofitableemployment。

  Everythingseemedtopromisecomfortandrespectability。Ihavelittlemoretoadd,andthatshallbetoldquickly。IhadoneeveningmetPatConnell,ashereturnedfromhiswork,andasusual,afteramutual,andonhissiderespectfulsalutation,I

  spokeafewwordsofencouragementandapproval。Ilefthimindustrious,active,healthy——whennextIsawhim,notthreedaysafter,hewasacorpse。

  Thecircumstanceswhichmarkedtheeventofhisdeathweresomewhatstrange——Imightsayfearful。Theunfortunatemanhadaccidentallymetanearlyfriendjustreturned,afteralongabsence,andinamomentofexcitement,forgettingeverythinginthewarmthofhisjoy,heyieldedtohisurgentinvitationtoaccompanyhimintoapublic-house,whichlayclosebythespotwheretheencounterhadtakenplace。

  Connell,however,previouslytoenteringtheroom,hadannouncedhisdeterminationtotakenothingmorethanthestrictesttemperancewouldwarrant。

  Butoh!whocandescribetheinveteratetenacitywithwhichadrunkard’shabitsclingtohimthroughlife?Hemayrepent——hemayreform——hemaylookwithactualabhorrenceuponhispastprofligacy;

  butamidallthisreformationandcompunction,whocantellthemomentinwhichthebaseandruinouspropensitymaynotrecur,triumphingoverresolution,remorse,shame,everything,andprostratingitsvictimoncemoreinallthatisdestructiveandrevoltinginthatfatalvice?

  Thewretchedmanlefttheplaceinastateofutterintoxication。Hewasbroughthomenearlyinsensible。andplacedinhisbed,wherehelayinthedeepcalmlethargyofdrunkenness。Theyoungerpartofthefamilyretiredtorestmuchaftertheirusualhour;butthepoorwiferemainedupsittingbythefire,toomuchgrievedandshockedattheoccur-

  renceofwhatshehadsolittleexpected,tosettletorest;fatigue,however,atlengthovercameher,andshesankgraduallyintoanuneasyslumber。Shecouldnottellhowlongshehadremainedinthisstate,whensheawakened,andimmediatelyonopeninghereyes,sheperceivedbythefaintredlightofthesmoulderingturfembers,twopersons,oneofwhomsherecognisedasherhusband,noiselesslyglidingoutoftheroom。

  ’Pat,darling,whereareyougoing?’

  saidshe。Therewasnoanswer——thedoorclosedafterthem;butinamomentshewasstartledandterrifiedbyaloudandheavycrash,asifsomeponderousbodyhadbeenhurleddownthestair。Muchalarmed,shestartedup,andgoingtotheheadofthestaircase,shecalledrepeatedlyuponherhusband,butinvain。Shereturnedtotheroom,andwiththeassistanceofherdaughter,whomIhadoccasiontomentionbefore,shesucceededinfindingandlightingacandle,withwhichshehurriedagaintotheheadofthestaircase。

  Atthebottomlaywhatseemedtobeabundleofclothes,heapedtogether,motionless,lifeless——itwasherhusband。Ingoingdownthestair,forwhatpurposecannevernowbeknown,hehadfallenhelplesslyandviolentlytothebottom,andcomingheadforemost,thespineattheneckhadbeendislocatedbytheshock,andinstantdeathmusthaveensued。Thebodylayuponthatlanding-placetowhichhisdreamhadreferred。Itisscarcelyworthendeavouringtoclearupasinglepointinanarrativewhereallismystery;

  yetIcouldnothelpsuspectingthatthesecondfigurewhichhadbeenseenintheroombyConnell’swifeonthenightofhisdeath,mighthavebeennootherthanhisownshadow。Isuggestedthissolutionofthedifficulty;butshetoldmethattheunknownpersonhadbeenconsiderablyinadvanceoftheother,andonreachingthedoor,hadturnedbackasiftocommunicatesomethingtohiscompanion。Itwasthenamystery。

  Wasthedreamverified?——whitherhadthedisembodiedspiritsped?——whocansay?Weknownot。ButIleftthehouseofdeaththatdayinastateofhorrorwhichIcouldnotdescribe。ItseemedtomethatIwasscarceawake。Iheardandsaweverythingasifunderthespellofanight-mare。Thecoincidencewasterrible。

  EndThePurcellPapers,Volume2

  byJosephSheridanLeFanuWithaMemoirbyALFREDPERCEVALGRAVES

  CONTENTSOFVOL。II——

  PASSAGEINTHESECRETHISTORYOFANIRISHCOUNTESS

  THEBRIDALOFCARRIGVARAH

  STRANGEEVENTINTHELIFEOFSCHALKENTHEPAINTER

  SCRAPSOFHIBERNIANBALLADS

  THEPURCELLPAPERS。

  PASSAGEINTHE

  SECRETHISTORYOFANIRISH

  COUNTESS。

  BeingaFifthExtractfromtheLegacyofthelateFrancisPurcell,P。P。ofDrumcoolagh。

  Thefollowingpaperiswritteninafemalehand,andwasnodoubtcommunicatedtomymuch-regrettedfriendbytheladywhoseearlyhistoryitservestoillustrate,theCountessD。Sheisnomore——shelongsincedied,achildlessandawidowedwife,and,asherlettersadlypredicts,nonesurvivetowhomthepublicationofthisnarrativecanprove’injurious,orevenpainful。’

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